I deftly swapped our breakfast orders, pushing the other one toward him. He instinctively took it, took a sip, and frowned slightly. I began to count down in my head.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Two.
One.
The previously energetic young man slumped directly to the floor.
When the man on the bed woke, his eyes instantly widened. His hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the bed.
“You’re awake,” I said, glancing at him. His face was slightly pale as he stared at me. After a moment, he smiled. “How did you know?”
Because the bullet comments finally proved useful for once. I simply raised my index finger, lifting his chin. “You’re really handsome.”
Henry remained docile under my scrutiny. “Compared to my cousin?”
I didn’t answer, my gaze drifting down his collarbone, my fingertip tracing the sharp contours of his abs. Further down… his V–lines.
“Eleanor, if you’re going to tie me up, why are you taking off my clothes?” he pouted.
I didn’t answer directly, merely commenting, “You’re not as thin as you look.”
“Of course not…” Having been exposed, he no longer had the boyish eagerness of last night. Only the arrogant confidence of a rich kid.
i pulled off his pants too. He just stared.
I pushed open the window. “You wouldn’t want anyone else walking in on this, would you?”
His expression froze for a moment, then he chuckled softly. “Then they’d see my… impressive display. It’s a little embarrassing, but whatever.”
I pulled out a small knife I’d just bought. His face instantly paled. He whimpered, docile and pathetic, “I’m sorry, Eleanor, please spare me.”
“What did Julian tell you to do?” I pressed.
He gave a slight gasp. “To make sure no other men appeared around you.”
“And then?”
